Quiet Please - My Son, John

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The American Broadcasting Company presents Quiet Please. This is written and directed by Willis Cooper, and the feature is Ernest Chappell.

Quiet please for today is called My Son John.

Shakespeare, King Henry IV, part one, act three, scene one. Owen Glenn-Dauer, the world's warrior, says, I can call spirits from the vastly deep. And hospital advice to him.

I so can I, I so can any man. But will they come when you do call?

They come when I call. I find it only once though I don't think I shall try again.

Long as nothing to be afraid, the light outside sounds that was only two minutes ago at 4.31. There's nothing to be afraid while there's still light.

But later, we come to that.

It was a year ago last Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, that My Son John died.

I'm a very lonely man. Some of my contemporaries insist that I'm a very hard man, perhaps a hand.

What in my own defense let me say that my hardness is possibly engendered, but the fact that I've been so embittered and lonely for so very long.

My wife, whom I love very greatly, died two months after my son John was born. For a long time I lived with my son John alone, except for the necessary servants medical attendants and the light.

I saw none of my friends, I loved my business, I chose to go to the hands of my associates and refuse to see my friends.

And gradually my friends followed me and lived for all those years, almost with a prince.

My son John was a joy to me, I denied him nothing. He had friends, he loved life, and he lived it to the utmost.

When the war came, my son John was much too young for service, like the lift in tremendously.

And the executive promised for me that the war still be going on, he would enter the service on his 18th birthday.

His 18th birthday was two years ago, and though my heart was run at the thought I allowed him to listen to the army, he was in my family.

I could deny him nothing, not even this. And I hoped hard that he was not to send overseas, but my hope came to nothing for within eight months he was sent to Austria.

And I scanned the four months later. My son John was dead.

I ate so much, I tried to describe to you my grief, it was overpowering.

At least you could say I was inconsolable. I had never forgotten my wife and my beautiful beloved wife who had died, he left me with a taste of ashes in my mouth.

But she had left me my son John as a consolation. Now my son John was dead, and there was nothing left to control me.

It's not surprising, I think, that I turned to be a cop out of a list. I would do one of them, let it be nameless, she'd do his dead now.

She was a very wise woman, skilled in things beyond the comprehension of the material world.

I ate so good in many nights in this very room, speaking to her with my love for my son John, and of my unutterable loneliness.

And of my family I sent you a list of my sons. And of my son John, is there a way to call him back to me?

No, but I have been treated very unfairly by my wife, I think.

I have been robbed of the only truth, treasures that I came to me first, my wife, my son.

I tried to explain to me how to wear it, and how do I start to stick to this for you?

I haven't just succeeded.

I've actually not believed in this.

And I think I believed.

You must believe it completely. I cannot succeed.

I tell you I do believe.

Well, yes, I think you do.

Well then, but then what other reason can there be without reaching in?

You say you don't know how I died.

No.

You say it's crazy.

I'm so strange I don't want to know how he died.

I don't know that I was saved.

You have an example.

I had a letter that told me that my son died that they would send me the tales of his death.

And I thought it came like toyed up without opening that I didn't want to know that it was a tale.

If you've done that, you have to understand that it was a tale.

I mean, it's an example.

I don't want to know how he died.

It's not something I can do then.

The way he died?

No.

I was left to know that I was saved.

That's when the only explanation I saw I had not seen that as a reason.

Isn't there any other way?

If it is, you have to write and find out.

No.

No, I will not do that.

I mean, no other way.

There's a way to get away with it.

And the thing is just the ones that's not in the dark.

What?

You're in the dark.

What do you mean?

I want it.

But you're not.

What do you mean by that?

I don't see.

You have the only one that can do it.

I can do it.

Yes.

How?

How?

This is the reason.

I can teach you.

I can teach you to call up your son in a way that could bring him to you.

Teach me that.

Now?

You may be left to regret.

No, no, no.

Teach me how to bring my son back.

I'll tell you what.

I'll make you rich for life.

There's no need for care.

I have my own way to put on a letter that I desire.

I'm telling how.

Do you need anything about your own disgust?

I don't care.

Let me have just a little time with my son again.

Anything can happen.

I have four of those.

I could care for you.

I could.

And she began to speak.

She heard and said,

they know this is that.

They are at that table.

She spoke in her eyes,

burned into mine.

And she told me how to bring my son, John,

back from the grave.

That was a very simple thing to do.

It was so simple.

No, I shall not tell you what it was.

I must do it.

It's very dangerous for one of those other depths you said.

And that's the reason why I shall not tell you.

I must be alone, she said.

I must be alone,

back in the room,

with my...

And then I must be...

with certain pains and say,

with some words,

face my hands in a certain manner.

And wait.

I came out the light that tied me to the form of light.

I set my room in the sky and watched on the table before me.

The room was not completely dark.

I hasten to pull down on the window shape.

And with the hands of the watch,

met in midnight.

I didn't do the thing I was to do.

And I said,

the words you taught me.

And I placed my hands in a position to show me.

And I waited.

And I got his hand at the door.

I thought,

I thought I had a moment I spoke.

Come in.

Come in.

Hello, darling.

What's up?

You're new, darling.

You're first to die just like Son John's voice.

I couldn't find my own voice for a long time,

but John spoke again.

I could prevent her calling me, father-in-law.

When you called, there was no other way.

John...

Yes, father-in-law.

I had some height to do it then...

Yes.

And nothing happened.

She said it was dangerous.

You haven't seen me, father.

I'm not happy about this, but you should have left me where I want to know, John, if you can imagine the loneliness that's terrible, I can't.

And you're not glad I called you slow, but I see that you're made happy, John. You'll have everything in heart and desire.

How do you know I didn't have everything I wanted before you called me?

Are you happy now?

No, I'm not happy, but I did have...

Now, I don't know.

John, where were you?

Where were you, John?

Father, there's nothing for me on this.

You just said it?

Yes.

Really?

Yes, you did.

What did you do?

Well, but I really had no intention of researching this first month.

I had two days leaves and I went to school.

Where were you?

I needed the God's help.

No, I was in a part of the country where I wasn't supposed to be, of course.

Everyone was very kind to me.

Well, I was walking along a mountain road early in the evening.

That's where I was.

And I saw the light.

It was a big house.

I was so ahead of me.

And I decided to stop there and see if they could put me up to the night.

Good, though.

Just as I turned into the driveway,

right up to the house, a dog came running out from the trouble.

Before I knew what was happening, I could knock down on it.

The dog did it.

My team knew John and I were horrible in the morning.

So I was pretty weak.

And I tried to crawl out, hoping somebody in the house would come out and help me.

But I couldn't see the house.

Nothing had led you away.

And that's still a while.

I felt strong enough to stand up.

And I staggered down the road.

And a couple of Russian soldiers in a jeep sticking up to me.

Somehow or other, I got back to what I was saying to my poor boy.

But now, John and I died.

Two days later.

Now I woke up in the house.

The big house I'd seen in the dog account.

And I was lying on a couch in the dog.

It wasn't a dog truck.

It was a wolf.

The wolf was sitting alongside me, talking to me.

Though I stayed here all the time.

That's not what I'm sure you called me, John.

What you mean?

I mean, didn't you?

Didn't they say you were in a leather spotter that my body just appealed?

No, I didn't agree with it.

You sure did.

Perhaps you wouldn't have done this thing.

Because now, now I can't speak yet.

Unless, unless, well, as I'm with.

But you were in something I can do, you mean?

Yes, tell me, John.

I mean, if there's something that I might do, there wouldn't be something I might do without thinking.

I want to know, so I wouldn't do that.

Oh, father, that's just something you can't do.

Are you sure, man?

Yes, I'm sure.

You want to come in more.

So we can do so long, John.

We can do so many things together.

But shall I turn on the light now?

Have you got used to being back?

I have to turn them on eventually.

Of course, I can't see you in the dark.

I can see you.

You can.

You haven't changed much.

I mean...

Been in?

I have changed.

I suppose you have, but...

When you turn on the light, John, I can't get up, you see.

The chocolate you're besting over.

I had a little coke.

I'm sorry, you know what I'm saying?

But now you're back, you need to be back.

Oh, John, it's so good you're back again.

Turn on the light.

Please.

Well, set your eyes.

You can open them after I turn on the light when I turn it.

All right.

Keep them closed.

Now, open them.

I open my eyes.

And I didn't believe what I saw.

For my time, John, was not over with me.

But a great, nice, gray wolf, stood inside my chair,

dead at least seriously.

On the eyes of my time, John.

I can't cause fear in some of that things.

I tried to wake up over and over again.

I can't cause fear.

She warned me against the light of the matter.

She warned me, and I did it.

But my son found it.

My son found it.

And I spoke the words aloud.

My son, John.

And the wolf came over to me and made a poem on my knees and spoke.

I'm sorry, father.

I told you I wish you hadn't done it.

I told you.

I used John of course I am.

Will I ever see you?

And you were?

No, never.

You see, father.

She told you how to do it.

I had to do it.

I wouldn't come when she called me.

Because I was afraid of justice.

I heard her talking to me, but I didn't answer.

Because I wanted to spare you this father.

And when I did it.

Now, welcome home, no matter what fate you've been.

You say, father, there's a catch in everything.

Most of the things you've heard about.

The superstitions will believe all that.

Most of them are true.

But what people don't know is that there's always a catch.

It's much better not to meddle from it.

I'm not sorry, John.

It would be much better if you hadn't done it, father.

I love my son, John.

I love you, or great deal, father.

I love you enough to make myself say where I was.

And so you made me come here.

What can I do for you, son?

Nothing, son.

I must be content with you.

You are alive, aren't you?

Would you like something to eat, perhaps?

No, not anything.

Well, I came as a wolf because I was more used to being a wolf than anything else.

When you came here,

I can change myself into one or anything.

That's one of the things he taught you.

A bird, a bat, a bird cat, a bean.

Who is he?

Have you heard of him?

No.

Most people think that grand stoker invented him.

He's fiction.

What are you doing?

I'm just talking about him.

Of course.

He wrote a book once.

A book called Flatten.

You see, father, we exist.

There are thousands of us on here.

More than anybody has any idea.

And we're all nuts.

We're not alive.

We're not dead.

And there are more and more of us every year.

Because when someone dies,

I mean, when one of us finally kills us.

That's what he becomes one of us too, son.

And it's not bad, father.

It's not bad at all.

Did you ever hunt?

Well, we hunt.

We hunt the greatest game of all and time.

Ah, it's a gun.

Yes, father.

Now that you're here,

here in New York, I mean, we'll do it.

I mean, will you hunt here too?

How else can I exist?

I'm sorry, father.

That's the way it is.

Or the life's done.

You had plenty of warnings.

Then go back where you came from.

No, I can't.

I'll be with you forever, father.

Until you die.

No.

You wonder.

You remember?

Well, won't you change yourself and heal?

Oh, it's okay, son.

At least, that's the one shape I can't achieve.

It's one of the catches I told you about.

Oh, I'm sorry, father.

Even if I could, I...

I don't think you'd want to see me.

Before you put this spell on me,

I could assure my own fate whenever I wanted to.

And I remember.

People didn't like it.

You know, I'm green and red.

But I always caught the who.

I'm sorry, father.

You brought it on yourself.

If you'd let well enough alone, I'd never bothered you.

I had a state there with dross you, I think.

That's the way it is.

I'm sorry, father.

I've got to leave you for a while.

Where are you going?

Where I'm going, honey?

No.

No.

I'm sorry, father.

I'll be back.

I'll always come back, father, so don't worry about him.

And, oh, my eyes, the mean gray wolf, don't it?

I measure the flood in time.

I can't express that.

I'm trying out to know from where I am.

I endured my time, John,

and numbing chorus was so long.

I grew accustomed to finding a black dog,

knowing the way all day long,

and left corner over there,

lazily waking up as doctors began to fall.

I learned not to disturb the spell,

but slumbered through the daylight hours

on the top of the bookcase there.

Sometimes through the same gray wolf,

lying there under the window,

from sunrise to sunset,

growling in a minute, please,

yawning widely at the awoke,

as a red mouth,

and cruel long fangs,

gleaming in a lamp light.

Oh, I'm on the very discreet.

It's a long time you thought you had a notice

in a paper sister,

and she's lonely,

people about the city and suburbs

have been attacked by a ferocious,

great, great dogger,

her clawed by a huge pound cat.

What's this?

Gory appeared in time to time,

and I knew it.

My son's young spent less and less time

living the night time,

although he was always there

at sleep during the day,

controlling him to conviction

through within me.

To conviction in life,

I, the bereaved father,

and I, with the best intentions

of the distorted mind,

I was responsible

for these murderous attacks.

What had I not come back to my side

with,

this ravening horror

that was my son's crime?

I called on her,

and the wise woman

who had taught me to self-gain the sins,

and the great wolf was asleep

to find the lady

that had put the ground

in from time to time,

and she came from time to time.

I was trying to decide

to prove something.

Is it serious?

Yes, it is.

There are signs in there.

Yes.

Where is he?

There.

On the floor of sleep.

Oh?

I see.

You want me?

Yes, I want you.

Do you know what he is?

Yes, of course, I'm tired.

He says he can't be killed.

So,

you've been reading about his past

from the past.

I know about him, yes.

What can I do?

You said you cannot die?

He said that.

Oh, there was a way for me.

I wouldn't do it.

Don't you know the way?

Of course not.

Is it ever repressivant?

No.

I see.

Well, I saw the video

what he's going on.

What is it?

I saw it on your left.

Don't.

No.

You're doing it.

No, God.

No, God.

I gave you the stars.

I can protect myself

and stand by.

I have nothing to say.

What are these other people?

The one thing?

No, not the same thing.

I don't know.

I feel that.

Come on.

The most terrible thing.

Tell me what to do.

Do you think there's something there is?

I will do it.

The crowds are looking good.

So, the top,

right here is a piece.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

My son.

I need to reach the great geographical

that was my son, John,

where that easily and moderately

trained.

I see what a way to live.

I will myself look for the book.

Surely I remember the copy of the chapter there.

And that's the way I found this.

That sounds ridiculous.

If I know how to keep it on the empire.

I found that I've ended the tale to put the good doctor

in the sense of the sleeping empire in the talking.

I said a long time staring at my son, John,

and to me scared my hips,

they put away the book and healed myself

that time I guess could be a walk.

He webbed the tale

which he starts to cut up.

He went to the door.

Hunting again?

I said.

And hunting again, he said,

and he went away.

Then I got to the telephone

and I called up a man I know.

And after a while he bought me,

and after a lot of work,

I went there, I had to

and then I had to put to my

and the great sack of garlic.

And I sent him away

and lay down to wait for John

until my son John

to appear again.

And lay down to his left, please.

But it was only three o'clock in the morning.

I heard the perhaps even a hallway

and in the moment the door opened for me.

And the little white skin

and the drop screen

and jumps up on my bed.

My son John was hungry.

Well, Father?

Yes, Father.

I wasn't asleep with that son of a...

I heard what she told you to do.

I watched you go to the bookcase

and get that book and read it.

John.

You were reading how to film.

What's all that?

Well, you remember she said she knew

how to protect herself against empire.

Yes, she didn't.

John, what...

She won't bother me anymore.

What did you do?

I killed her.

Oh, you know, I was a lion

and I caught her and I did it.

And now she's one of us.

And she's sorry if she told you how to kill me.

I'll see you there.

I'll see you there.

And I looked

and the tiny white cat

that I'm the foot of my dad

watching her face

and really with an elegant claw.

And I reached for my son's foot

and the little cat

pointed me with a wild yellow

and my son John pushed her away.

It's not there for a moment.

It's laughing at me.

And then he said it down beside me.

And he said,

Oh, there.

And I listened.

And listened and listened.

And once in a while she put in a word too.

And here's the night war on

with John's stories

of her greatest of all hunts in my ears.

And the thoughts of another time

and less

and there was even a read in my thoughts.

Where he jumped off the bed

and shot it at a place where I didn't

the night in the hatch of the other thing.

And then in a minute, a great call

to the river came back in my room

with the thing we laughed

open the window

with his great hands

and threw them out.

And then he chewed her onto me

and said something

and he was listening again.

He jumped it from the bed

and said beside me

in the wristband in my ear.

Come on, Bonna.

What about it?

And I said,

Well, at least I'll be with my son

forever and ever.

And it sounds like a better life

considering the real chance

to be guilty.

And I said,

Do you feel guilty?

Sometimes not at all.

Do you?

Of course not.

Well, then.

Will it hurt, Bonna?

It hurts for a moment

when I saw those sharp little trees

in my throat,

but it was over very quickly

and I thought,

I ought to be a dog too.

And I felt something strange.

And I was,

and I was a big,

savoring great thing.

And I said,

Why this isn't bad at all, is it?

That's way too loud,

that's a laugh and laugh.

Because now,

how I've got my son John's back,

then we'll be together forever.

But really forever.

And I discovered that,

And he is really fine.

Maybe my son John and I will come

under you tonight.

The title of today is,

Quiet To You Story,

but my son John,

was written and directed by Willis Cooper,

a man who spoke to you,

and it's a couple.

And Warren Stevens plays John.

The woman was Kathleen Codell.

Music's applied to you,

as you do it's played by Albert Brennan.

Now, for the word about next week,

you guys are right to direct your Willis Cooper.

Thank you for listening, Quiet Please.

For next week I have a story for you close.

Very unimportant question.

And so, until next week of the same time,

I am quietly yours, Dennis Chappell.

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